The Good Life Lyrics - Corey Smith

I'm sittin' alone in my three-bedroom home 

A mile east of where I was raised 

Starin' out the window at my dog in the backyard 

In the pine straw covered with clay 

Damn he's a mess but we love him to death 

I guess he fits in this family well 

Yeah, we're a bloodline of shepherds used to roamin' the pastures 

Tryin' to cope with this suburban hell 

It sure ain't the good life we're livin' 

But I reckon we're happy enough 

We've done well with the hands we were given 

With a little hope and a whole lotta' love 

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Dad just finished buildin' it must have cost him a killin' 

That house out on Rambler's Inn 

He sent my brother off to college, walkin' through the arches 

Man we're all sure proud of him 

But he never tried to spoil us, kept our hands in the sawdust 

Yea we chipped in whenever we could 

And we shared in the sweat and the blood and the tears 

I guess he knew it would do us some good 

It sure ain't the good life we're livin' 

But I reckon we're happy enough 

We've done well with the hands we were given 

With a little hope and a whole lotta' love 

No we don't have our fists full of dollars and we're no southern aristocrats 

No we ain't got a lot but we've earned what we got 

And we couldn't do it much better than that 

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My wife quit her job 

Now she's workin' full time 

Takin' care of the baby and me 

And I'm playin' in the bars tryin' to pay off the debts 

Lord this half acre didn't come cheap 

I come draggin' in three and four in the mornin' 

Smell like tobacco and rum 

Still she wakes up to greet me 'cause she loves me completely 

Says she's proud of the star I've become 

It sure is a good life we're livin' 

Yeah, I reckon we're happy enough 

We've done well with the hand we were given 

With a little hope and a whole lotta' love 

No we don't have our fists full of dollars and we're no southern aristocrats 

No we ain't got a lot but we love what we got 

And we couldn't do it much better than that 

I hope ol' St. Peter will have me when they throw my coffin in the back 

When that hearse rolls away I hope all ya'll will say 

"He couldn't do it much better than that"